Why You Peepin Me

[Paul Wall]<br>I`m a hustler, ladies man of course a playa<br>My behavior, is somewhat similar to the majors<br>Cause I be running game, everything that I say<br>To a girl, is all derived from my immaculate nature<br>When I pronunciate, my articulate game<br>It appears that I`ve obtained, more game than I claim<br>All I ask is for her name, and she ain`t never the same<br>Am I just that cold, or are these other cats lame<br>My conversation, is top of the line<br>I`m spitting lyrics, to every last bopper that`s fine<br>It`s like I`m rapping to the chick, she wanna stop and rewind<br>And analyze my wordplay, while I`m dropping a dime<br>Is it they pheromone, that`s attracting my style<br>Or my luminance exuberant, expensive smile<br>Either way I`m warmed up, and running game for miles<br>I keep em on file, I holla in a little while<br><br>[Hook]<br>Why you peeping me, do you like what you see<br>I bet you never, met a playa like me<br>You staring at me, wondering just who I be<br>I`m sure you`d like to know, why a playa like me so thoed<br>I`m coming at you with game so cold, you just got chose<br>If you wanna roll, then let`s go<br><br>[Paul Wall]<br>Look here, I`ma be real with you<br>Lil` mama`s all up in my picture, want me to stick her with my dill pickle<br>My supreme, you need physique and superb<br>My play on words, got em feeding me ordurves<br>I`m making honey dips, lose they composure<br>They begging me to come over, so they can get closer<br>They want closure, from drinking they self sober<br>Hoping that if they bend over, they`ll get bit by my cobra oh<br>Girls is firing, to get rear ended<br>By my extended cab, my sweet talk is splendid<br>I come with game sharper, than Gillette Mach 3<br>One of a kind conversation, you can`t out talk me<br>They want position is this competition, they on a mission<br>Wishing that they was kissing, on my composition<br>They got ambition, they dream to manage my extension<br>But this convention, into intermission<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Paul Wall]<br>On the real I got a mouthpiece, that`ll have em<br>Dismantling they robe, and laying naked on my couch seats<br>It don`t take much, everytime my mouse speaks<br>I notice that the region, around they crouch leaks<br>I graduated, from the MUSHU Academy<br>Is that the reason, why these girls boyfriends mad at me<br>Too much of my sugar, might give em a cavity<br>And oh no we can`t have that, now can we<br>My premeditated, propaganda<br>Got em in they birthday suit, like a peeping Tom`s dancer<br>Yeah they sexy, and I know that I`m handsome<br>But don`t ask the question, if you don`t want the answer<br>That means don`t ask, if I remember your name<br>I probably don`t, but I bet I might remember your brain<br>Straight up, I`ma tell it to you simple and plain<br>I got game, is there any more questions<br><br>[Hook - 2x]